Crimson Love의 모든 챕터: 챕터 121 - 챕터 130

Nysera rode alone through the darkness. The ruined landscape passed around her in silence. Broken towers stood like skeletons against the night sky, while the wind carried dust through the abandoned roads. She barely noticed any of it. Her thoughts were elsewhere.Sera.The name had been circling through her mind ever since her hunters returned. Alive. With Husen. Hidden. Nysera smiled. Of course Husen had taken her there. He had always been predictable when it came to protecting something he considered his. But Sera was different. Nysera had felt it the moment she first met her blood.Crimson Blood.Not merely blood that could create vampires. Something far more valuable. Something the Council had spent years trying to understand. Nysera's fingers tightened around the reins. She remembered the first reports. A hunter whose blood behaved strangely. A girl whose body had survived what should have killed her. A girl whose blood could react to ancient vampire blood without rejecting it.

The ruins had a way of swallowing people. A footprint disappeared beneath windblown dust. A broken branch looked exactly like every other broken branch. Even blood could vanish beneath the rain. Kael knew that. That was why he wasn't following Sera and Husen directly. He hadn't seen them for nearly an hour. Instead, he followed what they had left behind. A faint impression in the dirt. A disturbed patch of rubble. A strip of dark fabric caught on a piece of rusted metal.He crouched beside the fabric and ran his fingers over it. "Still fresh."He stood. The trail continued toward the northern ruins. Kael glanced at the dark horizon. He had no idea what Sera and Husen were searching for. But he intended to find out. He moved silently between the remains of two buildings. Then stopped. Someone had walked through here recently. Two sets of tracks. One lighter. One heavier. Husen and Sera.Kael smiled faintly."So that's where you went."He followed.A few streets away, Jonas was moving

Sera looked around. "And why would the Listener be here?"Husen's expression became serious. "Because abandoned places are useful."She folded the map. They continued. The corridor narrowed. Sera had to walk close to him. At one point, her shoulder brushed his. Neither moved away.Husen glanced at her. "You're walking into me.""I'm trying to fit through the passage.""You could walk behind me." Husen said."I don't trust you not to disappear." Sera said nonchalantly. At one point, she was right, though. He has always appeared and disappeared without her knowledge.He smiled. "That's progress.""What?""You finally admitted you want me nearby." He said, patting her head and nodding. "I didn't say that.""You implied it.""I implied nothing." Sera raised her voice a little. The more she's trying to stay calm, the more he's making it hard.Husen laughed quietly, and then they continued to walk. They reached a broken section of the corridor.There was a gap in the floor. Sera looked down

The ruins slept beneath a moonless sky. What remained of the city stretched endlessly into the darkness, collapsed towers, fractured roads, buildings with their interiors exposed to the night. Wind moved through empty windows, carrying dust and the faint metallic smell of old rain.Kael moved alone. He wasn't searching randomly. He was following a trail.Sera and Husen had passed through this district earlier. Most people would have lost their trail hours ago, but Kael wasn't most people. He noticed the smallest disturbances. A footprint pressed slightly deeper into dust. A broken piece of rubble that had recently shifted. A faint scratch against concrete. He crouched beside one such mark.His fingers brushed the dust. "Still fresh."He stood. His eyes moved toward the ruined eastern district. That was where they'd gone. Kael took several steps. Then stopped. Something else had entered the area. A scent.Familiar. He didn't need to turn around. "You're following me now?"A woman's voic

The Council chamber had never been this quiet. Not even during executions.Not even when the outer walls had been breached by a pack of wilds and half the eastern district had burned.Silence was something the Council rarely tolerated. There were always voices behind its doors, advisers whispering, officers arguing, machines humming, messengers carrying reports from the surviving territories.But tonight, every sound seemed to have disappeared. Because beneath the Council's central tower, behind seven reinforced doors and three biometric barriers, something was wrong. Something that was never supposed to be wrong. The machine was awake. And it was speaking. A thin red light pulsed across the enormous circular chamber. Once. Twice. Then again.The sound accompanying it was almost too quiet to notice. Beep. Beep. Beep.Several Council technicians stood frozen around the central platform. In the middle of the room sat the machine that had been buried beneath the Council complex for decad